Best Lucidly Poems
I am the MILKY WAY.
I am Mechanically Meticulous,
Maneuvering my way through life with
Malleability,
not showing the true Masterpiece of my Mind
(complex like the Milky Way).
I am an Interworking of
1% Idiocracy,
10% Ineluctable,
15% Incisiveness,
5% Insufficient,
7.5% Insatiable,
2.5% Invisible,
10% Infantile,
and
50% Incomprehensible,
101% of Ian
(A puzzle).
I am a Lionheart Lilium
Lucidly blossoming into a
Lackadaisical dimension
in which I Long to Liberate
my ideas from the Lucifer-Likeness of
the universe that I Live in
(My ideas are being confined).
I am a Kinetic force to be reckoned with,
put on a Kollision Kourse from
Konception to Katastrophe
eradicating those in my way,
(I can’t be stopped)
I am Young,
Yearning for wisdom ahead of my Years,
Yet Yoked by the Youth-like longing
of my elders
(caged by the generations of adults wishing to be a child, keeping me child-like).
I am Weary,
Wainscoted with Worry,
by the World I once Welcomed With Wide arms,
Wondering When the Worries created by my past Will
Wither away
(distressed by my past).
I Am An Adventurous
Apollo 1,
Abstracted then Awakened by the
Annihilation of myself,
forced to Admit
Absolute failure,
but then Amazed by the gate of success
(I do Fail, but I must learn from failure).
I am Yawning
at the Earth’s attempt to impress me,
Yet I Yell eternally
at it’s ignorance to the
great wonder that I contain.
I am the MILKY WAY.
I invented something quite peculiar
Last night
In my lucid dream
My neo commanded my allo-cortex
To prepare allusions to be downloaded
Upon returning to my physical presence
Caught in middle-sleep, guardians of satan
Were mocking the death and resurrection
Of Jesus Christ, shouting and laughingly
Pronouncing God The Father and Jesus
The Son as "the two lunatics"
Every direction I faced, the 'alien race'
Of towering blondes blocked my escape
Knowing I had lucidly dreamt a downloadable
File to be recovered once awake, I summarily
Accomplished this by attaching a small device
To the frontal-lobe side of my skull and
Activated the sensory-absorbing module
Instantly slipping back into my lucid dream
Allowing edits to be re-programmed
I was able to disrupt the satanic bonds
Holding me captive and cast out the
Demons that possessed me
Declaring the Lord Jesus Christ as my
Savior and Ruler of the Light that shall
Set man free!
Once again returning to my physical realm
I was even more determined to
Spread
His
Love
Upon
The World!
04.16.22
Gray naked trees, forest lawn cloaked in white
Wearing red, bearing arms, hiding motionless and pious
Appearing out of nowhere, an apparition so quiet
One shot rang out, then suddenly dead silence
Nearly half a century, has passed since that year
A revelation came to me, lucidly clear
So beautiful and graceful, yet to live in fear
A life resolving murder, of a helpless deer
February 15, 2016 an original poem by Daniel Turner
Moonflower with white trumpet-shaped bloom
Dewy emerald leaves surround in nights gloom.
Cased in rich soil beneath a quarter moon.
Planted vines loosely knit—by my bedroom they sit.
Sweet fragrance they emit— to incense I submit.
Stunning tropic morning glories amaze
Sunlight and moonlight upon them gaze.
Phantasmic nightlamps in jade landscape haze.
Night’s primrose, moonglow calls—unveiling enthralls.
Dangling shadowy shawls— glistening waterfalls
Flowery white faint lavender tones loom.
Oh sleepy Moon by day lucidly lit,
Behold twilight’s glimmer on garden’s walls:
Gibbous Moon’s gleam suspending in a daze.
Time Stands Still
As I tenderly walk in the welcoming field; I feel the warm caress
Of the sweetness of springs wind blowing on my mauve dress
When in this time, time seems to stand so lucidly still
Sometimes I feel our long-distance love affair is standing as a drill.
As we both do work in different trades of various work
These times when I'm home and so all alone I thus smirk
And then unto my eyes as I see a silhouette of a shadow dance
We'll keep each others lingering fragrance in a sheer romance.
Alas, in the future we'll be romancing in pleasure of a beauty of cause
Off in the field, we'll be fully rendered in lieu of your delicate pause
As we succumb to these sweet-scented fields to our desires
We'll be captivated to experience whimsical delectable passionate fires.
I'll be passionately waiting here home for you so we can share
Our endearing time for I feel like time stands so still for you beyond compare.
Written:1/10/14
Theresa Marie
Spookily Bookily
Dramatic apogee
Edgar A. Poe's verses
Death from curses
Quite artistically
characteristically
His poems were renowned
to be profound
Gloomily Doomily
So methodically
he wrote of never more
and sweet Lenore
Poe was positively
Imaginatively
authoring horrid themes
to dire extremes
Foolishly Ghoulishly
Did Poe write lucidly
Now dearly departed
Tell Tale Hearted
Poems were tactical
Anticlimactical
He wrote of misery
and mystery
January 9th, 2021
Double Dactyl Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
they say that there's a dance hall
right beneath this lake of sawdust
where underwater towns
have gone astray
and I can hear the harpies
the bagpipes
and I can smell
the burning petals
after we set the house ablaze
the blissful ignorance
of ghosts and revolvers
is pure nonsene
– as coup d'état of yours
still smiling distantly
but one day your goodness
will make you lipless, my dear
and then I will lull you by
the misty weather
verdant
fragrant
lucidly mystical
dazzling as a bell jar glance
existence matters – ad interim
and as the old gatekeeper
uses his trembling gestures
to swing the pendulum
tell me, my plain-hearted one:
ruby red or beryl blue?
does it really matter to you?
with all your childish devotion
please release
the drones
'cause thou art lost
and love is the law
love under will
You may find me where the green gentle grass lies sleeping
For I shall be there healing wounds by their weeds weeping
You may also find me near where waters wilfully wander
As I watch the skies for the calculating carnivorous condor
You may find me in the vinaceous valleys visualizing my dreams
For I sail swiftly aboard their silent saddened streams
You may also find me under the towering Trembling Aspen trees
As I bravely bond with and ingest the beguiled breeze
You may find me lively lucidly listening to rhythm’s of the sphere
For I meticulously marvel music the wonder that I hear
You may also find me in the habitable harmonic healing caves
As the earthly echo embraces my soul that it saves
I am now found on the magical mystical mountains high
Where abundant ambient Angels keep a watchful eye.
March.14.2016 For Contest --- Where will they find you---
By Marugu Mo
By Sashi. Prabhu(zeauoxian) 1/3/2012.
Often, I glimpse from my roof top garden, leftward,
From the sedentary swing but I know the descent of woodpeckers have soared.
From the vertical column sans a crown of leaves of rotted dead wood,
Once, which was in its own right a magnificent coconut tree where it stood.
Freshness, splendor, Vitality and flexibility of a live tree all depleted and gone,
T’was a pertinent choice for the woodpecker mates to build a home foregone.
Abundantly birdies flock, Pigeons, robins, mynahs, hornbills, cranes and parrots,
On the evergreen nearby tamarind tree, but the woodpeckers my eyes ferrets.
From that eventful day my eyes they set upon,
Their wood pecking bills would on the bark sculpt and impinge on.
A homely hole to drill,
Their head moving rhythmically and looks like a cap with red frill.
Twenty five days back they first arrived I lucidly recollect,
Ten days, a pair of hatched altricial chicks, mates from adversaries’ have to protect.
One morn had me glancing to the oval cavital hole on the bark,
And feasted my eyes on feeding chicks being readied, their lives to embark.
Blissful and content , I recollect now I sat a bit longer to observe and discern,
Glorious hues, auger bill, cap with red frills, of the peckers as they take their unambiguous turns.
To zip across like beige, buttery yellow plumaged darts across the lush foliage all green,
Within, watchable bounds to fetch, insects, worms and saps as nutriment routine.
The chicks I saw they peek out of the shielded barky holes with awe,
Strength it seems to me have filled their wings bill and sharpened claw.
Now I wonder if I can listen to the joyous feminine “chrr”
and the shrill masculine “kwirr”.
As the young chick in the hole frolicking, giving it a try to fly,
Away in the wide world after saying a good bye onto the sky very high…………
Now the mates without emotions, kerfuffle and ado,
To each other, their home and their prying neighbour me have bid “adieu”.
Often, I glimpse from my roof top garden, leftward,
From the sedentary swing but I know the descent of woodpeckers have soared
Our synaesthesia is for free,
Music is the muse for me,
It's in my blood, you see,
Images imaginary,
Elvira Madigan wakes to see,
Mozart play Mozart lucidly.
Swooner songs sound so silly,
Old rockers croon so vividly,
Funny lyrics in my brain,
Sounding a little deranged,
(It is hereditary
in my family)
Yes, Synaesthesia is for free,
Smurfette's songs, so silly.
To have all the money in the world
That was dropped onto the ground
Every day, would uniform richness
But that isn't the way it is
Eyes glued to the pavement?
Head hung to the streets?
To every place trampled
There it goes
A poor, poor presence
Trying to have it all
Out of gas for everything
Lucidly latched onto a hopeful head trip
Wearing masks to guise dreams whilst knowing
Its belly will not go up in flames.
Penurious promise shall control all
When the presence does nothing
But observe.
Out of all the amazing beings
In this infinite universe
My soul called out to yours
Ready to immerse
A strangely familiar feeling
That's something I'll have to get use to
A once in a lifetime love
My eternal déjà vu
I see visions of our destiny
In your jade green eyes
It lucidly paints our forever home
Surrounded by blue skies
This all could be said in fewer words
Or a simpler way to say
That your soul ignites a fire inside me
That only poetry can convey
Intelligence and continuity…
Sly and cunning dangerously so,
Experienced and seasoned…
A veteran of many lives not so helpless,
Focused and warmly passionate…
A romantic undeniably cool,
Temperamental and justly powerful,
Richly heralded yet still feared,
Precisioned and calculated…
Darkly unorthodox and unreadable,
Hated and despised sought after by many…
Never sighted or caught though never hiding,
Untalented artistry and plain creative works…
Lucidly abstract and hauntingly subliminal,
Beheld handsome and perfectly made…
Un-noticed and never revered,
Companioned and gathered by many friends…
Alone in solitude an unheard dark,
Talked about and rumored of…
Carelessly shaken but filling with disdain,
Taken aback by this vision perfection…
Transparent glass dirtied by cleansing,
Strong and prideful undyingly mortal…
Still, he was but a man.
Dreaming shows you many hidden things in your mind; it opens you to alternative thinking…
What are friends? Are friends someone you can trust? What is trust? What is trusting? I've always asked myself this, but never really answered it... Friends are always something I have struggled with.
How does someone become your friend? Is it an unspoken thing? A mutual agreement? A strive to be popular? Or is it a feeling that everyone has?
Throughout my elementary years I had 6 friends. Brandon, Mattia, Isaac, Matthew, and 2 girls, Emily and Sydney. When I hit 5th grade, Isaac, who was my best friend, moved away.
I had one big problem, people who I saw as friends, weren't really friends. There were a lot of things said behind my back and people would use me as a fall guy.
Onto my dream...
My dreams as a kid, before I trained myself to lucidly dream, were, as far as I knew, real. And to be honest, for the most part I don't know what was a dream and what wasn't...
I remember the new "cool" game to play was ZAP... If you don't know what zap is it is pretty much you put a name on a hand and a time and they can't look at it until that time or they must ask them out. This also happened to be the time the term "gay" had hit my school, so I had a guys name written on my hand. So once I found out what it was I went and washed it all off. so as we went back in class everyone who fell to peer pressure which was pretty much everyone but me got in trouble.
Now I told the teacher I had it at one time but I washed it off at lunch because Iw anted to be honest.... She just said that was the right thing to do.... But everyone started laughing at my calling me gay and such because it was a guys name... So when asked who satarted it someone said ask the gay kid.... Well of course I got blamed with it so I was sent to the principal with not one, but two reasons to be in trouble... I woke... got ready for school, and as I was getting to school guess what I saw? A new friend, and its name was Zap.....
What is a true friend? Is it someone who will stand for you? Someone who is always there? Do you have a true friend? Do you trust that person? Now answer that again, do you really? Ask yourself a third time, how do you really know they are your friend?
P.S. Thank you all for all the support, I have really appreciated all the positive feedback on my work... Jarrod D.~
Gasping as she glimpses out of the 2D
The majestic colors full and in 3D
Beholding the markings of the Master hand
Within the frame, expanding life in the land
Ever all knowing the Painter understands
As her thoughts develop lucidly aglow
Gaining knowledge until she finally knows
Star dusts molded for her mortal’s uniform
In the shape and image of the Artist’s form
By placing her in the Garden of Eden
To blossom alongside the one called Adam
In the realm of choice granting sin or freedom
An unblemished plan, She and He let her go
Nurturing from afar and watching her grow
Updated 5/14/2019